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<h1><a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/26771296">The cool aunt</a> by <a class='authorlink' href='https://archiveofourown.org/users/Zoya113/pseuds/Zoya113'>Zoya113</a></h1>

<table class="full">

<tr><td><b>Category:</b></td><td>Black Friday - Team StarKid, The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals - Team StarKid</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Genre:</b></td><td>Another round of how many fics can I base vaguely off of cxg songs, Emma being a cool aunt, F/M, math &gt;:(</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Language:</b></td><td>English</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Status:</b></td><td>Completed</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Published:</b></td><td>2020-10-02</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Updated:</b></td><td>2020-10-02</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Packaged:</b></td><td>2021-05-06 03:54:01</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Rating:</b></td><td>Teen And Up Audiences</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Warnings:</b></td><td>No Archive Warnings Apply</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Chapters:</b></td><td>1</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Words:</b></td><td>4,400</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Publisher:</b></td><td>archiveofourown.org</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Story URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/works/26771296</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Author URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/users/Zoya113/pseuds/Zoya113</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Summary:</b></td><td><div class="userstuff">
              <p>When Emma gets a chance to babysit her nephew she wants to show off just how great of a parental figure she can be despite never having the best parental figures herself.</p>
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<tr><td><b>Relationships:</b></td><td>Emma Perkins &amp; Henry Hidgens, Emma Perkins &amp; Tim, Emma Perkins/ Paul Matthews, Tom Houston/ Becky Barnes (mentioned)</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Comments:</b></td><td>2</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Kudos:</b></td><td>23</td></tr>

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<a name="section0001"><h2>The cool aunt</h2></a>
<div class="story"><div class="fff_chapter_notes fff_head_notes"><b>Author's Note:</b><blockquote class="userstuff">
      <p>Uh oh this isn’t my biology essay but here I am</p>
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    <p>“Yes of course I’m free today why wouldn’t I be?” Emma said, phone on speaker as she text Nora to tell her she was coming down with something rough and couldn’t come in. “I can come over and look after Tim it’s no big deal!”</p><p>“Are ya sure Emma?” Tom sounded unsure. “I wouldn’t ask, but Grace called in sick last minute and you know how much of a pain that is.”</p><p>Emma only very briefly felt regret as she hit send on her lie, immediately clapping the phone back to her ear so she wouldn’t have to see Nora’s response until she was ready. “It’s no problem, Tom! I’ll be right over, I can totally handle this all. You just go have fun on your date okay?” Not too much fun though. She didn’t want her brother in law forgetting her sister too much. If it was just her in a permanent semi-state of mourning that was just unfair. Also, she didn’t even like Becky. </p><p>“How soon can you be over?” He asked, the gruffness in his voice waning gratefully.</p><p>She stood up, grabbing her messenger bag off the hook. “I’m already on my way.”<br/>———————————————————</p><p>Easy stuff, Emma didn’t know why she wasn’t her nephews regular babysitter. </p><p>They got along great, he laughed at her jokes and she took the time to listen to his interests. Why was Tom ever so hesitant about letting her over? She was cool!</p><p>“You’re way too good at this game, Tim,” Emma let out an over exaggerated sigh of defeat as she dropped her remote into her lap. “I’m gonna get you this time though.”</p><p>“Can we get something to eat instead?” Tim asked. “I’m hungry.”</p><p>“Oh, of course!” She got up from the couch. “What do you want? I can cook you something or-“</p><p>“There’s just some donuts in the pantry,” he leant over the side of the couch to watch her go. </p><p>“Oh, easy shit- I mean easy peasy. Say as I do, not as I say,” she quickly corrected herself, cursing again under her breath to ensure that she wouldn’t do it again in front of the child. </p><p>“Oh it’s okay. Dad swears all the time. Not in front of me I mean, but I know grown ups do,” he shrugged.</p><p>“Oh well don’t tempt me kid! I can swear like a sailor.”</p><p>Tim perked up. “Dad never lets me swear, even though he does all the time!”</p><p>“Oh well hey,” Emma winked, handing him his plate of junk food like the cool aunt she was. “You can say fuck if you want. I won’t tell.”</p><p>Tim laughed, his shoulders shrugging. “I don’t think dad would be really happy with that if he found out.”</p><p>Emma leant over the back of the couch, hands clasped. “Hey, your aunt is no snitch. I have a very anti snitch policy actually,” the second she began to talk though her hands began to gesticulate a bit more. “Up for another round? I’ll beat you this time for sure.”</p><p>“Oh uh,” he covered his mouth to speak but Emma was worried it was hesitance. “That’d be great but I can’t actually-“</p><p>“Oh no problem!” She cut him off, eager to please. “We can do whatever you want, we can order food or rent a movie or we could go down to the park,” she offered. Wow. She was cool. “I could drive you to pizza Pete’s if you wanna verse me at the arcade games- I’m way better than your dad and I would always beat your mother, ten out of ten times. I’ll be your worst nightmare,” she teased, leaning in a bit further to the point only one foot was on the floor.</p><p>“Oh well actually, I have this homework I have to do for school and dad told me I had to get it done today,” he shrugged, exiting the game and shutting down the console. </p><p>“Oh boo. Sucks having a teacher as a dad huh? I mean. Stay in school but like you’re nine so don’t think too hard about it, ya know?” She rubbed a hand under her chin to wipe away spit. She was blathering a bit now. She didn’t want to lose her cool. “Yeah. Let’s go crack it open, I’ll give you a hand.” </p><p>“Oh, wow really? Thank you Aunt Emma! Dad says it’s cheating if he helps.”</p><p>“Well I told you my policy on snitching. It’ll be our secret, Tim,” she kicked her feet up on the hand crafted coffee table. “Let’s see what you’ve got, kid.” </p><p>He let out a bothered grumble as he grabbed his papers from his school bag hanging on the hook by the door. He dropped his blue pencil case down on the table and knelt down on the floor. “Miss Meer wants us to write a 500 word essay about renewable energy sources for our environmental class,” he sighed. “500 words and it’s due on Monday!” He exclaimed. “She only assigned it on Thursday!” </p><p>Emma wanted to hold back a laugh but a sympathetic chuckle still found its way out. “Oh man. That’s a tough one huh?” She clicked her tongue, pushing back the biology essay she had coming up that she was frantically ignoring because it was not nice to compare. “Well let’s see! We can work this out together.” She rubbed her hands together to read over the instructions. “If you do yours will you do mine?” She laughed. </p><p>Just 500 words about any sort of green energy he liked. “Let’s go with hydro energy huh? That’s a cool one, and I bet all the other kids are gonna do like solar panels. You are gonna be so much smarter than them.” Wow, all the cool aunt things were coming to her so instinctively - she was so much cooler than other aunts. She was practically his new mother. She raised one hand to herself just to say sorry to Jane. Jane would probably laugh at the thought though. </p><p>“What’s hydroenergy? That sounds hard. I was gonna do those big fan things,” he glanced up at her with big eyes and she was right about to do it for him. He didn’t even have to cite anything! And it would be so easy, too. </p><p>“Well, hydro energy is water based energy, start with that. They’re just like wind turbines! But under water instead and they get turned by the waves.”</p><p>“Ohh, I get it. Just underwater turbines.”</p><p>“Yeah! Smart, buddy!” She stood up. “Gimme one sec okay? I just have to make a phone call. Don’t burn the house down!”</p><p>She hadn’t given him too much information because she was almost asking to write it for him. While she was busy getting her phone out she was also busy thoroughly imagining a chance to go back in time and redo all of her schooling with the information she had now. She would totally ace everything and not be a disappointment to the family and probably also pull a back to the future and bet on some sports games. Although it would suck not to have her phone or YouTube or Paul or Hidgens and so that idea got boring pretty fast. </p><p>“Hey, Em,” Paul picked up quickly as per usual. “Child still alive?” </p><p>“Uh, yes, rude,” she began, leaning up against the hallway wall. “I am actually a thriving aunt. He loves me I love him and we’re best friends. Sorry loser,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes. “I am practically ready to be a mother, Paul.”</p><p>“Oh. Guess it’s not that hard then huh?” He answered back like he was a little distracted, probably not yet on his lunch break. She could hear the tapping of his keyboard actually. “Oh!” He snapped back to it. “Not that it’s easy, I’m just saying you’re really good, I mean!”</p><p>“Uh, hard? The only hard thing about this is how hard I’m hitting it out of the park, Paul,” she chuckled. “Like oh my god I’m never having a child myself but like hell yeah. I’m great with kids! They love me. Jane literally has nothing on me.” She cast another invisible apology up to the sky. She thought she was funny though.</p><p>“Mm, Emma Perkins. How do you manage to be the number one mother despite barely having a mother figure, having no children of your own and only a couple hours of babysitting experience under your belt?” He asked teasingly, although the joke probably went a bit further than he would’ve liked.</p><p>“Well, Paul Matthews, you must be so honoured to be interviewing me as the number one mother. It’s simple, really. I am just everything my mother was not. Exhibit A, helping Tim with his homework and not being mad or disappointed when he doesn’t know the answers,” she shrugged triumphantly, crossing one arm over her other that was still clutched to her phone. She was a little too quick to brag about her own success.</p><p>“Well you aren’t doing it for him, right?”</p><p>“What’s the harm? He’s nine,” she glanced back down the hall at him to ensure that he was still working happily. Not too happily though because she wanted to do it. </p><p>“Yeah but writing essays is a pretty important school skill and if he doesn’t learn he’ll mess up all of them,” he didn’t sound like he wanted to boss Emma around, but he was a pretty cool uncle himself and had a far better parental relationship in comparison to her shamble of a family tree. “You should help him out instead. It’ll be great for him in the long run!” He suggested, quite ignorant of her great need to be the coolest aunt.</p><p>“Oh lame,” what an exaggeration. But hey, if she was going to be a cool aunt she had to be responsible too. She would sneak him the answers but it would be down to him to come up with his paragraphs. “Well I’m super busy being incredible-“</p><p>“As per usual,” Paul chimed in with a purr. </p><p>“Thank you, so I’ve gotta get back to it. Talk to you at home okay? Get back to typing up those important essays, buddy. Go use those skills your babysitters let you learn yourself,” she jeered before saying goodbye. </p><p>“Alright, Tim! How’s it go-“ she cut herself right off when she saw the look of concerned focus plastered over his small face. When children were frustrated it was hard not to find it amusing sometimes but this kid was really frustrated, properly so. </p><p>Matter of fact, he almost looked like he was going to cry. </p><p>She froze.</p><p>That wasn’t very cool aunt of her.</p><p>She went to open her mouth to speak but nothing came out. So instead she walked as close as she could before catching his attention, relieved when he seemed to lighten up as she returned. “Hey Emma?” He started.</p><p>“What’s up kid?” She was going to kneel down again but she decided to keep her distance, shifting her weight back and forth between her feet. “Those turbines scary or something?” She joked. </p><p>“Ah no. Sometimes homework is just a bit frustrating.”</p><p>She relaxed almost immediately, sinking down into the couch and scoffing. “Tell me about it, kid. Homework is unnecessarily hard! It should not be this stressful. You’re already at school however many hours a week. Why do they wanna ruin your weekend?” She comforted him. She was no stranger to homework induced stress, even as a kid and even as an expert biology student. And apparently she was no stranger to being a cool ass aunt. Hell yeah. “Let’s take a look, huh?” </p><p>“I well I figured I could do my English another time since I can google it but...” he trailed off, running one finger over the creases in the paper. Clearly the sheet had been at the bottom of his bag for a while.</p><p>“Oh google. I never had google to solve things for me. You guys are gonna be the next master race,” she ruffled his hair affectionately but aside from a small chuckle he didn’t really seek to cheer up.</p><p>“I thought maybe I should do my math homework instead because it’s the hardest. And then I can work from there and it’ll be easier,” he explained, gesturing to how he had laid out his worksheets and looking up at her expectantly.</p><p>Emma nodded sagely. “You’re smart, Tim. You’re gonna ace math.”</p><p>He shook his head. “No, I just don’t get it.” He turned his head back to his sheet and fell silent as he stared at it. She didn’t know what was going on in his head as he scratched out small numbers, his pencil dancing question to question hesitantly without ever writing anything down.</p><p>Emma knew that feeling. “Well hey. Let me know if you need a hand okay? This can be fun huh? I’ll get you something from the pantry to snack on while you work.” One thing she herself had always dreaded how dull homework was. Every Sunday growing up she’d just stare at her sheet until she zoned out and she’d never finish anything. </p><p>As the cool aunt, she was gonna keep the energy up so when he was done they could go party or something. </p><p>Unfortunately though unlike mainstream English, she was pretty rough when it came to math. “So what’re your working on?” She called over from the kitchen. “Addition or something?”</p><p>“Nah. We started with fractions and I don’t get them.”</p><p>“Oh well,” she paused, letting distant memories stir in her mind to see if she could dig up some instructions she had once learnt. “You don’t even need them in real life,” she managed to pull out that comfort instead. “I’ve never used anything tougher than like, one forth, three fourths,  that sorta thing. It’s fine, fractions are no big deal.”</p><p>Once more it didn’t seem to amuse him.</p><p>She turned over her shoulder to watch him for a second. What happened to her being a cool aunt? “Hey do you wanna order something in?” She asked instead, putting down the bag of chips she had picked up. She had to step up her game. </p><p>“Uhh, maybe later,” he said, head rolling back down to look at his sheet as his shoulders slumped. </p><p>“Yeah! It can be a reward for hard work. Anything you want.” She brought the chips over now anyways, pouring them into a bowl and placing them down on the table. “Homework is so boring right?”</p><p>He shrugged.</p><p>“Like, why’s it gotta take so long?” She continued, giving him something to bounce off of so she wasn’t left hanging.</p><p>“Yeah. It takes a while,” he agreed, starting to play with his pencil in between his fingers. “My dad doesn’t like to help me caus he think it ruins the learning experience,” he continued, glancing up at her once more.</p><p>She perked up a little now that she had some confirmation it was only over the homework that he was frustrated. “Man, sometimes your dad is a bit of an asshole, Tim,” she chuckled to show she was on his side. “My parents never ever helped me with my homework. They were not getting involved until I came home with a bad grade and they-“ she cut herself off out of habit. “So shitty right? Tom is not subtracting from your learning by showing you how to do fractions.”</p><p>“He says he doesn’t wanna help because he’s a teacher and it was always really frustrating when kids had their parents do their work instead. They’d fall behind in class or something but that’s just dumb,” he frowned. </p><p>“Yeah!” Emma agreed heartily only to spite Paul. He was not a mother, nor a teacher, he didn’t even hang out around mothers or teachers so what did he know? She was the aunt extraordinaire anyways. “Let’s drop the homework, Tim. How about we go driving! We could go down to the beach it’s too great a day to stay inside!” She offered again, patting down her pockets for her keys.</p><p>“Uh, oh, sorry Emma. I really have to get it done but maybe we can go after?” And all his attitude was gone again as he stared back at his worksheet, even more helpless than before. It’s like he wasn’t even looking, his eyes were just open. </p><p>Emma felt her heart sink. What was wrong? “Hey, one second kiddo.” </p><p>She scurried back to the hallway, pulling out her phone again. Well she couldn’t call Paul and admit defeat of course, but she wasn’t even planning on it because being the natural she was she already figured out what she was going to do.</p><p>“Hey, Hidgens, are you busy right now?” She asked, lowering her voice and peering out to make sure Tim wasn’t listening in. “I need a hand.”</p><p>“Oh, of course Emma dear, what’s wrong?” He sounded instantly spooked. “Are you in danger? I thought you were at work!” </p><p>“Oh, change of plans. I’m babysitting my nephew and I think I need help. You’re a professor, you’re good with kids right?”</p><p>“I’m a community college biology professor,” he corrected her.</p><p>“Yeah, yeah, yeah, well, I need help with my nephew, he’s nine and he’s just really upset all of a sudden.”</p><p>“Emma,” he cleared his throat. “I’m a community college biology professor,” he stressed. </p><p>“Yeah but you know how kids work right?” She was a little more frantic now considering he was her first choice and probably her only. She could maybe try and text Bill but that would just be weird. “My nephew, Tim, I think he’s-“ she turned back out. “Oh my god. I think he’s crying.”</p><p>“Good god,” his voice dropped, putting down his caution. “Well why is he doing that?”</p><p>“I don’t know- we were just doing homework and he seemed really upset and then he was talking about how his dad never helps him so like? Thoughts?” </p><p>“Hmm,” his voice grew rumbly as he was deep in thought. “Perhaps it’s his father.”</p><p>“Oh yeah. Tom is a huge asshole. He barely lets me see the kid, and today he’s gone out on a date with his new girlfriend!” She cupped a hand around her mouth to stop her voice from getting to Tim. “And left the poor kid on his own to do his homework.”</p><p>“Have you considered that maybe he feels endangered by his father?” He suggested. </p><p>Emma nodded curiously like she was preparing to take notes. “Mhm, mhm,” Hidgens was never wrong, and he was a teacher! He knew how kids worked! He knew how she worked anyways! “Yeah. Tom isn’t the nicest. He must feel pretty shit that his dad is getting a new girlfriend.” No, she wasn’t projecting. She was totally fine with Tom dating his high school sweetheart! It meant she had more time with Tim which she was obviously raving about! Nothing about that made her anxious at all! “Yeah. Tim started getting stressed when he brought him up. I think you’re onto something. What should I do?” </p><p>Hidgens hummed to himself in thought. “Well you have to make sure that the child is safe, of course. You have to make sure he’s in a safe home environment! And if not, it might be up to you as his family to extract him!” He claimed rather triumphantly at his advice. </p><p>Emma sucked in a breath, glancing at the kid again who was still staring blankly at his sheet, stress lines on his forehead and teeth gritting. </p><p>“Oh my god. Yeah. I can do that. I mean, we get along great. I’m already a perfect aunt I could probably be a great mother. My sister would like that I bet. Especially with Tom going out with that Becky girl now,” she rolled her eyes scornfully, the idea starting to make sense. “Thanks, Hidgens. I’ll have to call Paul and let him know what I’m up to!”</p><p>“It’s all good, dear! Now you be safe this can be a very dangerous thing to deal with!”</p><p>“I will Hidgens!” She confirmed. “And I’ll call you if I need any help!” She added before quickly hanging up and walking further down the hall to ring Paul again.</p><p>“Oh hey Em! I’m actually on my break now! Things still going well, super aunt?” </p><p>Emma shook her head with an accompanying ‘no’ noise. “Paul, Hidgens thinks this is serious. How do you feel about having a kid?”</p><p>“What-huh? Wait, yes? What do you mean, I’m lost. What?” He managed to say it all within the span of about two seconds, too. “Why are we having a kid?”</p><p>“I think we have to adopt Tim,” she informed him sternly. “Will you help me?”</p><p>He sounded relieved for only a second before snapping up again. “Wait really? Did something happen to Tom!? What did he say?”</p><p>“No, no!” She snapped, frustrated he wasn’t keeping up. “I think Tim might be in a very unsafe home situation.”</p><p>“You think?” He sounded more concerned for her than Tim. </p><p>She paused, biting down on the inside of her cheek. “Well, Hidgens thinks.” </p><p>“Oohh,” he let out a drawling sigh and she could hear coffee cups clinking. “You trust him too blindly,” he told her rather bluntly, with her best interests in mind at least. </p><p>“Yeah, caus he’s cool! I trust him, he knows what’s up,” she nodded. Even if apparently he had been wrong, he had the right intentions.</p><p>“I don’t think anything is wrong with Tim. Did he say something?”</p><p>“No, he was just talking about how his dad wouldn’t help him with his homework but when he started talking about Tom he got really sad,” she reported back to him. “He didn’t really want to talk about Tom.”</p><p>“Well uh, are you sure it was Tom?” He inquired as politely as he could. “Not that I wanna doubt super aunt Emma, but maybe he’s just sad about his homework? What’s he doing?”</p><p>“Math?” Paul echoed, leaving her at that like it was an answer.</p><p>“Yeah, math, why?”</p><p>“Emma are you telling me you’ve never cried over math before?” </p><p>Silence.</p><p>“Are you telling me it’s regular to cry over math?” </p><p>More silence.</p><p>“Emma. I’m in programming and I’ve never met someone who hasn’t cried over math,” he answered honestly. </p><p>Emma rubbed her chin for a second, pursing her lips shut. “Paul,” she said, tone not changing. “So what you are saying is that I should just go help him with his math homework?”</p><p>“Yup,” he said firmly. </p><p>She raised a brow. “That’s not what you said five minutes ago, sir.” </p><p>Paul tripped over his words so hard in an effort to explain himself that he scoffed. “English is more important than math! No one uses math but architects and accountants and unless Tim has plans in the future then who cares if you tell him what two eights is!” </p><p>Personally, Emma was in still some sort of high in knowing it wasn’t her fault for struggling with math for so long. That was a chunk of childhood trauma off her shoulders. “So I have permission to go help him out?” She inquired so she wouldn’t mess up his future (that wouldn’t be very super aunt of her).</p><p>“If someone did my math homework for me as a kid I would’ve begged them to adopt me,” he joked.</p><p>“Cool! We’re clearing out the spare room when I’m home then! I am adopting my nephew! Bye! Love you so much!” She hung up before he could reply, mostly just to frighten him. </p><p>“Hey Tim!” </p><p>“Hey,” he frowned, brushing away eraser shavings onto the floor before dropping his pencil down, thankful for the distraction. “I don’t get this.” His voice almost broke. “Do you know much about fractions?” </p><p>Emma clicked her tongue. “Well they’re tough, buddy.” She sat down on the floor besides him, glancing at the sheet. She swore numbers gave her anxiety just looking at them. “Hey, do you need a hand?” </p><p>His eyes brightened almost instantly, shoulders perking up and hand clenching around his pencil. “Yes please!” He exclaimed. “I just get so stuck on math!”</p><p>“Well let me show you something so bomb, man.” She could still be cool without admitting she herself didn’t know how to do basic fractions. She pulled out her phone. “So it’s called google, right?”</p><p>He let out a laugh, but seemed in no way opposed if an adult was suggesting it. “I’m not supposed to use google though!”</p><p>“Hey, you aren’t using google I am!” She assured her. “I am just ever so conveniently slipping you the answers. Like I’m not saying that three over four is 0.75, but if that was hypothetically a question on your sheet,” she trailed off into a laugh as he hurried to scribble it down, not turning down the free help at all. </p><p>“And what if hypothetically I had to turn 0.4 into a fraction?” He asked with a cheeky grin as he began to play with his pencil again. </p><p>Emma grinned, surprised at how fast he had bounced back. “Two over five, Tim. Hypothetically.”</p><p>He got to working, and she got to typing. They were halfway through the worksheet in about five minutes. “Hey Tim?” She asked. “Did you know in the 1920s it was illegal to own more than three cars?” </p><p>He paused, blinking and bobbing his head. “Wow really? What for?”</p><p>She shrugged. It was a lie of course, but he trusted her blindly so he must’ve thought she was pretty cool. She was marked that down as a win. “No reason. Just funny times! But hey, look at you go man! We’re almost done!” </p><p>Quite honestly even typing out the questions was a bit stressful for Emma, who really did hate her math, she did however absolutely adore her nephew. </p><p> “Oh wow, you’re really good at helping,” he rubbed his eyes as he looked down at his worksheet. His cheeks were a bit red still but he beamed at her. “Thank you so much for helping. I’m glad my aunt is super cool,” he chuckled, resting his head to her shoulder for a second before reading out the next question for her.</p><p>She ruffled his hair, leaning back against the couch with a smile she couldn’t help. <br/>“And I’m glad my nephew is super smart.”</p>
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